More of the mouse

More of the mouse


Well, my sweatshirt was hanging off of the chair in front of the desk, so I grabbed it and shook it out, and the frigging mouse jumped off the chair and ran, in a big loop, under the fridge. Of course...I screamed like a little girl. I was totally ready to jump up on a chair and gather my skirt around my knees, like they did in the old Tom and Jerry Cartoons.

Terri called me back to see how things are going, and I told her that the mouse is under the fridge, and that things should be ok. She tells me that Rick just wants to buy some traps, she told him NO. Thank god...I don't need to go through that again...(I'll tell you about that some other time.)

So I went to the sink to wash the lunch dishes, the sink is opposite the fridge where the wee rat is living, I started to wash the sink and at one point I moved my foot and brought it down on a part of the rug that was bunched up, and I swear to god, I thought I stepped on the mouse. Again...more screaming, but this time, I put on my sneakers, tucked my pants into my socks and finished washing the dishes. Such a wuss.